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Thursday, January 21, 2010

A classic from a classy guy...from all my Bama friends

I just got an email from my brother down in Columbus. While this wasn't the focus of his e-mail, this forward he had received caught my attention. I thought it was good enough to share with you. Don't know if it's true or not, but the message is true enough. I edited it for length.

At a Touchdown Club meeting many years before his death, Coach Paul "Bear" Bryant told the following story:

I had just been named the head coach at Alabama and was off in South Alabama recruiting a prospect who was supposed to have been a pretty good player and I was havin' trouble finding the place. Getting hungry I spied an old cinder block building with a small sign out front that simply said "Restaurant."

I pull up, go in and every head in the place turns to stare. Seems I'm the only white fella in the place. But the food smelled good so I skip a table and go up to a cement bar. A big ole man in a tee shirt and cap comes over and says, "What do you need?" I told him I needed lunch. He says, "You probably won't like it here, today we're having chitlins, collared greens and black eyed peas with cornbread. I'll bet you don't even know what chitlins (small intestines of hogs prepared as food in the deep South) are, do you?" I looked him in the eye and said, "I'm from Arkansas , I've probably eaten a mile of them. Sounds like I'm in the right place." They all smiled as he left to serve me up a big plate. When he comes back he says, "You ain't from around here then?"

I explain I'm the new football coach up in Tuscaloosa at the University and I'm here to find whatever that boy's name was. He says, "Yeah I've heard of him, he's supposed to be pretty good." And he gives me directions to the school so I can meet him and his coach.

As I'm paying to leave, I remember my manners and leave a tip, not too big to be flashy, but a good one. He told me lunch was on him, but I told him for a lunch that good, I felt I should pay.

The big man asked if I had a photograph or something he could hang up to show I'd been there. I was so new that I didn't have any yet. It really wasn't that big a thing back then to be asked for, but I took a napkin and wrote his name and address on it and told him I'd get him one.

I met the kid I was lookin' for later that afternoon and, I don't remember his name, but do remember I didn't think much of him. I had wasted a day, or so I thought.

When I got back to Tuscaloosa that night, I took that napkin and put it under my keys so I wouldn't forget it. Back then I was excited that anybody would want a picture of me. The next day, we found a picture and I wrote on it, "Thanks for the best lunch I've ever had."

Now, let's go a whole buncha years down the road. Now, we have black players at Alabama and I'm back down in that part of the country scouting an offensive lineman. I don't remember the name but he's got two friends going to Auburn and he tells me he's got his heart set on Auburn too. So I leave empty handed and go on see some others while I'm down there.

Two days later, I'm in Tuscaloosa and the phone rings. It's this kid who just turned me down. He says, "Coach, do you still want me at Alabama ?" I said, "Yes I sure do." He says okay he'll come. And I say, "Well son, what changed your mind?" And he said, "When my grandpa found out that I had a chance to play for you and said no, he pitched a fit and told me I wasn't going nowhere but Alabama, and wasn't playing for nobody but you. He thinks a lot of you and has ever since y'all met." Well, I didn't know his granddad from Adam's house cat so I asked him who his granddaddy was. He said, "You probably don't remember him, but you ate in his restaurant your first year at Alabama and you sent him a picture that he's had hung in that place ever since. That picture's his pride and joy and he still tells everybody about the day that Bear Bryant came in and had chitlins with him."

"My grandpa said that when you left there, he never expected you to remember him or to send him that picture, but you kept your word to him and to Grandpa, that's everything. He said you could teach me more than football and I had to play for a man like you, so I guess I'm going to."

I was floored. But I learned that the lessons my mama taught me were always right. It don't cost nuthin' to be nice. It don't cost nuthin' to do the right thing most of the time, and it costs a lot to lose your good name by breakin' your word to someone.

When I went back to sign that boy, I looked up his Grandpa and he's still running that place, but it looks a lot better now. He didn't have chitlins that day, but he had some ribs that woulda made Dreamland proud and I made sure I posed for a lot of pictures; and don't think I didn't leave some new ones for him, too, along with a signed football.

I made it clear to all my assistants to keep this story and these lessons in mind when they are out on the road. If you remember anything else from me, remember this. It really doesn't cost anything to be nice, and the rewards can be unimaginable.


~ Coach Paul "Bear" Bryant ~

Well said, Coach. It's a lesson that all of us should keep in mind as we are "on the road" in our lives. The rewards are limitless.

2 comments:

Sara Beth said...

I love that story... Just what I need to hear.
Plus, I like Alabama, it will be my new home soon enough. And Dreamland Ribs, are pretty awesome!!!

Scott said...

I had the chance to meet him when I was about 9. My Granddaddy took me to Dothan to pick up something and we were standing around when a gruff voice said, "Counce (my granddaddy), what are you trying to sell now?" We turned around and it was Bear. He spent about 30 minutes with us and took time out to ask a 9 year old about what was going on in his life. When we walked off, my graddaddy said, "Knothead (my nickname from him), they don't make them like him anymore." I never found out how he knew him, but my 30 minutes were awesome.